I decided to be all cool and trendy like how most people are and blog about my day yesterday.
I went to school early in the morning at 745am, just to realised that I cannot open the art room door. SO I WENT TO CATCH SOME LONG AWAITED SELF ASSURING BEAUTY sleep, all the way till like 830?! It was pure heaven, I tell you. (((: I staggered all the way to the art room, reluctantly because I really wanted to stay in heaven for a while longer, JUST TO REALISE TO THAT DOOR WASN'T LOCKED AT ALL. Ain was already inside drawing and the teachers have not arrived. I felt freaking dumb, like dumb x 10^E99. (Replace 'dumb' with X and key it exactly the way you see it in your GC) IM KIDDING C'MON .
And again, I decided to be all cool and trendy, as that is a pre-requisite for all art students and yes, to YOUR dismay, yours truly fitted that criteria. HOHONESS. Oh yes, as I was saying, I decided to be all cool and trendy and started to do some painting-like-van-gogh-style on my chinese new year lantern with the lamp as a back drop, it didn't really quite succeed, as Ms kwa said that it wasn't expressive enough. True. wait till I do pollock style with Melvin and I'll own all of you all, seriously. (:
YEAH, SO AFTER SOME VAN GOGH AND RACHEL WHITEREAD AND LUNCHING AND COMPLAINING AND KIDDING AND BORROWING OF TRIPOD STAND TO KICK ASS, I set off to my destination, Little India, my first stop.
(Miss Yeo said that I looked as if i was going to war, with my backpack and tripod stand in hand, you guys can go imagine how I looked like.)
I went to change first thing at Kovan. Then I took 209 steps to the control station, scanned my card and continued for about 47 steps to the platform and waited for about 6 mins for the train and after about 15 minutes, I reached Farrer park (:
And so, I roamed around, took about 10 photos and it started pouring like mad. I was literally protecting the camera with my dear life, because I think I will die if I spoilt the camera. Really die those kind. So, to be exact, I wasted half an hour of my life under a shelter with unknown people, staring at me and my camera, which really got my blood boiling. And when I asked this guy where can I buy and umbrella or loan one, He replied in a very broken english, after talking and laughing with his friend, IN MY FACE, "you give hug, i tell" and had the balls to continue laughing after that. LIUGUIGSTFADEOIYQYOT. I rolled my eyes at him, dashed into the rain and ran for abit all the way to mustafa centre. I was really tempted to show him my middle finger, REALLY TEMPTED.
So I explored the main streets and back alleys, though a little scared at first because all unearthly things happen there to all weird people, and I am weird, to begin with. GAHGAHGAH. But eventually, it was still fun, for the alleys were pretty empty and dirtyyyyyy. I set up the tripod stand and attempted to take figurative photos which turn out pretty dorky cos I WAS IN IT. HAHAHA.
That's me and my cool and trendy with an extra
chica friend holding hands together. (:
So I pretty much roamed around for about an hour and half more, and realised that I was lost. So a man approached me, and asked if I was lost, although it should be the other way. HAHA. So he told me the way back to Mustafa centre, and while taking photos along the way, the totally absurd guy stood behind me, staring at the photos I was taking. Then he asked me weird questions like, "What brand is your camera?" I told him, I'm not very sure, but it's Fuji. Then I proceed to pick up a phone call, with him still around me. *roll eyes. Then the next question was "What model is your handphone?" So I told him, in an obivously pissed tone. Then he asked the last and final question, "What's your handphone number?" I GOT SO DAMN PISSED. I replied in a will-you-get-lost-you-are-fucking-irritating tone, "What for? don't you already have one?!" and plugged in my ipod before rolling my eyes at him, who was apparently laughing and smiling. IRRITATING. I don't understand la, it's not as if I'm wearing revealing clothes, I friggin wore jumper and a teeshirt. The only thing I revealed was my flabby arms and calves. THATS ALL.
Like, ewww?
OK, interesting people we get to see on a weird day.
And there's another one that came up to me, saying that I cannot take pictures of the phone booth, because he owns it.
I rolled my eyes alot of times yesterday, it may just roll off if I didn't end my day deliberately.
Anyway, to make myself feel better, I told myself, "I'm not in Singapore" Around 530, I reached
Chinatown, and trotted all over Ann Siang Hill and street and Pagoda street, till about 7, where I finally settled down at Food street for my first dish of the entire tour - ICE KACHANG. It was simply owning, considering the fact that it got rather humid later on. HAHA :D
LQ was supposed to come. But I think by the time I got back to him, it was about an hour later, he went home first. Travelling from the east to India and China was no joke, so I told him not to come in the end. HEH.
Thinking about it, it was really really fun to explore your own country alone. (minusing the meeting of faggots), an take pretty cool photos.
I think I want to include this in my future. (:
Before that, I need to psycho my parents for a good camera, like Canon Powershot A590 or SX100.
Although a DSLR camera would be superb, but the price of it tells me it's a big nono. :(
